#i will screw bottlecaps onto bottles all day if that is what it takes for me to live

[forerussake]

I used to want to become an important person when i grew up. I wanted to grow into a ceo position of a big company or go into politics and become prime minister or go into research and become an important name in my chosen field. But now increasingly i’m starting to understand that i really just need to find a job i can survive for more than a month.

[keldabekush]

Cold ones with the boys

"I'm not going to lie to you. I don't know what these are."

Thorn drops his bushel of half-pint bottles, each one held precariously between each of the fingers of both hands onto the table with a clatter.

He shakes out his hands and maneuvers back into the booth with as much grace as a man encased in plastoid can muster.

Hands reach out and pluck at the offerings; each bottle is labelled green, yellow or pink although the liquid inside is totally colourless.

"Is there even any alcohol in these?" Thire says squinting in the dim light. He grimaces when Thorn shrugs at him but cracks the lid, screw top, to sniff.

Stone watches Fox stare past their heads in the unnerving, wide eyed way he does.

Sometimes it means he's thinking hard. Sometimes it means hes not thinking about anything at all, and right now it means he's not seeing Thire sniffing carbonated fizz straight up his nose.

He nudges a cold bottle against his hand until Fox blinks, and takes it.

Thire splutters on the other side of the table and Thorn is laughing. The lights are low enough not to hurt - the night shift will get you that way, Stone knew from long weeks of experience.

The walls aren't white here, or grey. Theyre scribbled on and coated in posters and stickers and flimsi photographs tacked overtop, and the booth theyre in is upholstered with stained fabric, threadbare and comfortable.

Its a place meant for people to linger, not a place to warehouse utilities, and it's simplicity makes him a little bit angry.

Stone unscrews the cap of the pink-drink, and watches Fox watching Thorn and Thire. The ghosting look hasn't quite left him. He's tired - they're all tired these days, but they keep going just fine. Foam bubbles up from the neck of the bottle and over his fingers, and he tries to catch it in his other hand before it drips onto the thigh of his undersuit.

At the other end of the sticky table, Thire isn't as lucky. "I might have shook it up a bit. By accident-" Thorn cackles, and Thire wipes green-drink off of his chest and throws the damp napkin at his head.

Coruscant has never seemed more alive, full of whispers and intrigue and terrible people, and more work finds them round every corner.

The pink-drink tastes like sweet berries and ginger. Stone isn't sure if thats why it warms his throat, or if it has alcohol in it under the syrup-sweetness.

Or maybe its the anger again, smouldering in his lungs.

Fox loosens the cap on his bottle cautiously. It doesnt fizz over. He ponders the bar.

Theres a dartboard hung above a large, very cracked mirror - a group of students are giggling nearby, taking turns missing the bullseye with increasing flair. An instant passes, and then the bottlecap whistles past Thire's nose, skims by the ear of the devaronian with the satchel of datapads, and thunks dully in the middling rings of the target - missing the bullseye by a respectable distance.

Fox shrugs to himself. Stone, who had watched him flick a bottlecap at high velocity at a group of strangers heads, finds a grin struggling past his bad mood.

Thire, startled, blinks across the table at Thorn. "I think there's a fly in here." he says.

[secksfantasies]

Another Secks Fantasy

It was like it seeing it for the first time every time she did it. When she got home in the evenings, the way she shed the day’s carry off her person was always a treat to watch. It was as alluring as it was tidy. Ever since I started working from home, I got to see it more often. I was already done for the day, sipping on a glass of seltzer water watching from the armchair in the living room, our cat on the arm next to me. She flashed her brilliant smile and set her impossibly heavy bag down on the console table in the foyer - she kept a world of things in there.

Next, checking herself out in the mirror, she undid her coat. Putting it on a hanger in the closet, she sat down at the bench. Off came the shoes - long boots today. I was barely paying attention to what she was saying as her shirt rose up a little showing a sliver of her lower back. She was she bent over the shoe shelf in the closet. Sliding the scrunchie off her ponytail and stowing it in her bag, she turned to me continuing her stories. When she caught the look on my face, she understood that there was only one thing on my mind. Earlier in our relationship, she would have gotten upset that I wasn’t listening, but we developed an understanding of each other’s daily rhythms. She knew I would be listening better when she settled down too. The way she undid her bra clasp walking over was like a love song to my balls. She placed it over the bulge in my shorts and pet the cat like I wasn’t even there!

I let it happen, because I knew where this was headed. In a few moments, I heard the shower running. Getting up to check the casserole in the oven, I opened a can of wet food for the little floof. She rubbed up against my legs, chirping in anticipation. Grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge, I headed to the bathroom. It was steaming in there. I probably stripped down quicker than the time it takes to screw off the bottlecap. She probably didn’t know I was already there and called out for a towel, reaching with her hand out of the sliding shower door. When she felt the cool touch of the bottle, she opened it wider wearing the same grin I had on my face. Grabbing it and taking a long, sultry draw from it, she pulled me in by the shaft of my cock. We finished the bottle quickly together and I let out a big belch. Giggling, she did the same - maybe a little louder than me! I couldn’t help but laugh too. She reached up on her toes to kiss me full and wet. Now she was really home.

The next moment, the expression in her eyes changed from playfulness to something a little more shy. Pushing me back against the wall, she grabbed my hand with hers raising it up to her breasts. Her free hand starting to work circles  between her legs. What a marvelous creature she was in her naked form under all the steam. Even this close to each other in an intimate setting, there was something extremely gratifying watching each other lust over the other. She pressed my hand harder onto her chest as I stroked myself faster. She too was working up to a climax as she grasped at my neck and cheek, rubbing my stubble. In our quiet moment of mutual admiration, it was me who came first groaning her name and swearing. She nibbled on my lips and grabbed at the hair on the back of my head as I came close to emptying my balls all over her. When she thrust her fingers sweet with her wetness between my lips, I exploded. The feeling of taking in her taste while I shot out my load was like something magnetic bonding me more deeply to her on an emotional level. Looking up at me and stroking my still throbbing cock, she licked and kissed at the taste of herself on my mouth. I hadn’t realized how tightly I was gripping her breast until I started to let go.

When I steadied, I lifted her off her feet raising her thighs up to my chest. She helped by pulling herself up by the top of the shower door and throwing her legs around my shoulders. With the water still running over us, she straddled my face with her other arm securely around my head. I fondled her fine ass and thighs as she started on a methodical grind against my chin. My cock as throbbing out of control from her taste and the way her stubble caught against mine. Moments later, her thighs tightened around my neck almost cutting off my breath. She rode my face harder and harder until she was convulsing, cumming in her quiet way. Gently setting her down, our eyes spoke without words. She knew what I needed and got down on her knees.

With every loving stroke of her tongue and hands, she brought our souls closer together. She cradled my eyes in her gaze as she spoke the language of our lust with her touch. My breathing shallowed, and my grip on her hair tightened. She worked faster and faster, groaning into me. Our fingers laced together as she used nothing but her throat. I was stuck helpless against the wall with her in full control over my pleasure. I crushed her fingers under mine as I came close and she knew just how to send me over the edge, mashing her nose against my stubble. And then she drank from me, looking into the core of me through her lovely, lovely eyes.

She stood up, licking her lips and letting our eyes meet again. I took her face in my hands and pressed our lips together for what felt like minutes. Then slowly we dried each other off and got in our pajamas.

. . . 

Then we ate dinner, and got in bed to sleep. The cat climbed up, walking all over us looking for a spot. She giggled and brought her under the covers between us. Kitty quietly curled up and we were one content little family dozing off into sweet dreams.